Chapter 60 Chapter Fifty-ninth When the Flowers Fall and Meet You Again (No.320 - No.326)

I left all the depression in my heart to Beijing, and when I left, I didn't feel the slightest bit of melancholy. I used to joke that my parents were unreliable, they got married, had children, and got divorced. In fact, they are more committed than us. Back then, they helped me research college entrance examination volunteers, and all the schools were chosen in Beijing, just because I just said "I'm going to Beijing". But what about the other way around? β said everyone was going to get together in Beijing, but I was sent to the UK by my parents; I said I wanted to be in the same place as Yu Huai, but we became dead people in each other's lives.

If all the children in the world tell the truth to their parents, how many adults will be hurt. Another year has passed in a hurry, and it is summer again in a blink of an eye. The photo business is doing well. I rented a big loft, the downstairs is used as a warehouse, and the upstairs is where I live.On average, there are six to seven orders per month, including wedding photos and personal photography. I can't handle it by myself, so I hired two photography assistants, a makeup artist and a customer service.Compared with big photo studios, the shooting price of my studio is not high, but the cost is low, so the overall profit is not bad.

I bought a small Polo with the dividends I gave myself at the end of the year and an installment loan.On the first day on the road, I rubbed a Land Rover. My dad forbids me to drive again.He thought it was for my safety, but I thought, how could such a high-minded person be so narrow-minded, he must be for the safety of the whole society. When I was in college, my mother got married, who was six years younger than him.If it wasn't for that uncle being very rich, I would have thought my mother was being targeted by the boy.She was transferred to a branch in a prefecture-level city next to our provincial capital, and was promoted to vice president. She was very busy, and I hadn't seen her for three months.

I don't want to see her either. After stealing food from QQ space, she and my dad became obsessed with WeChat again.When I was playing Xiaonei in college, I despised those name-calling games and chicken soup stories for the soul. Older netizens like my parents liked it very much. This behavior of frantically swiping the screen in the circle of friends made me quite disgusted. Had to block them.My parents noticed that I stopped liking and replying to their retweets and started harassing me with text messages. "Geng Geng, go and see the one my dad turned to. It makes sense. You young people should read more."

"Geng Geng, my mother forwarded a piece of knowledge about health preservation in traditional Chinese medicine, go and have a look, don't always turn day and night upside down." I can't recall where my parents went, and now they are no different from the old men and women dancing in the square, but in my heart, it seems that they were still in the middle of the middle of the second. Young people, say what you say, act resolutely, never ask my opinion, let alone send me such a text message. The change seems to be instantaneous. Am I growing up or are they getting older? I hugged the soup that Aunt Qi had packed in a lock bowl, came out of my father's building, and got on the bus bound for the No. 1 Hospital of the City at the door of our house.

Two weeks ago, Lin Fan went to play football together after attending a high school reunion, and broke his collarbone. He just finished the operation and put two steel nails in it.I have to go to the hospital to replace my dad who has been with me all day.Anyway, my job is to squat at home, and I can sleep during the day, so I am often on duty at night. Although the lunch box is tightly fastened, every time I brake suddenly, I still check it nervously many times.The route of this bus is quite roundabout, and I almost use myself as a tourist bus to drive, living a very ideal life. When passing Zhenhua, I deliberately lowered my head to look at the lunch box in the bag. Unexpectedly, the red light was extraordinarily long, and Zhenhua outside the window seemed to have eyes, and I seemed to feel it was smiling and looking at me.

But I still didn't look up.The studio was open for a whole year, and I never went back to school. A young couple sitting in front of me kept talking about the end of the world at the end of the year. The young man said that the Mayan’s calendar only counted until December 21, 2012 because the slate could not write on it. Giggle, especially to her boyfriend. I listened from behind, and for some reason a thought came to my mind. The day of the end of the world happened to be my twenty-sixth birthday. Anyway, it's winter.Winter is such a pessimistic season, it doesn't matter if it is destroyed.

But not in summer. Geng Geng said a long time ago that if the world really ends, it must not happen in summer. The memory of this sentence floats in the shaking street lamps and twisted neon lights, is pulled away by the speeding cars on the street, and floats back. I must have been drunk then. The corridor of the hospital still wafts the smell of disinfectant that makes my legs go limp habitually.Although I was a sick child since I was a child, I have never been hospitalized, and most of my family members are healthy, so my impression of the hospital stays in beautiful TV dramas.Neat and solemn, decorated like heaven, the doctors and nurses who come and go are all in neat white uniforms. The windows in the ward are bright and clean, and the white gauze curtains will flutter with the wind. Sleek, with a big table next to the hospital bed, and undefeated flowers in the vase...

It's a pity that Lin Fan doesn't live in such a high-end ward. There are six beds in a large bay, and it is very noisy. Family members come and go chatting, and putting a thermos bottle can make a lot of noise; there are no flowers in the ward, but it is often filled with With the smell of chives and zygotes, every table is full of sundries; the purple-faced old man is wearing a hospital gown, but with his chest exposed and his arms exposed, he is sitting on the edge of the bed with his slippers on, snoring and eating watermelon. Every time I enter the ward, I will have one head and two big ones.

"Get out of the hospital quickly, I can't take it anymore." I said to Lin Fan as soon as I entered the door. He can already sit up and play games on his iPad without even lifting his eyelids when he sees me walk in the door. My dad came in from the door with a thermos bottle, and I turned around and urged him to go home and rest. "I've always been on duty at night, haven't you delayed your business lately?" My dad asked. Both he and my mother are like this. It seems that their memory is not very good, and the things they ask every day are always "recently" and "recently".

"Very delayed," I glanced at Lin Fan who was still playing games, "Hey, what about you, why don't you get up and sing for me?" Lin Fan snorted: "You haven't had any business outside of town recently, so what's the delay?" "Why don't you go on a business trip?" My dad poured himself a glass of water and asked with a smile, "No business?" I am speechless. "Why do you always expect my company to go bankrupt?" I know he cares about me, but every time he asks a question, it makes me angry. "The recent clients are all from our city, so there is no need to go out to shoot." I explained. Lin Fan was sitting on the bed drinking soup, my dad insisted on dragging me out for a walk. "What's going on in the hospital," I sat with him on the bench downstairs, "there's germs everywhere." "You are old enough to think about practical issues." He went straight to the point. "for example?" My dad sighed, looking very uncomfortable. "Look at Lin Fan, he already has two girlfriends." He seemed to think that saying this was the most euphemistic way. Lin Fan, can I compare with him? A few nights ago, when I was lying on the bed and half asleep, I vaguely heard him quietly facetime (video chat) with his girlfriend, remotely guiding his girlfriend to repair the computer.The girl didn't know whether she was pretending to be stupid or really stupid, and Lin Fan had to teach every single simple operation, and the two of them got bored with each other for half an hour. "Why do you know everything," the girl said softly, "Is there anything in this world that you don't know?" "Yes." Lin Fan's voice was high and gentle, "I will not leave you." Lying on the side, I was completely petrified. That's the way it is with being in love, and it's so disgusting and moving to the uninitiated bystander. My dad saw that I was distracted again, so he tapped my hand. I quickly concentrate. "Is there something on your mind?" My dad lowered his voice. "Your mother told me that she was very worried. We are all afraid that you are afraid of marriage because of us. If you really have these thoughts, Don't hide it in your heart, tell your parents..." I feel like things are getting out of hand. "Dad!" I interrupted him, "Don't make trouble. I'm fine. I really believe in love and yearn for marriage. I'm just too busy. Besides, I haven't met any suitable person. This kind of thing depends on fate. Yes, you understand, don't think about it." "Tell me about you. When you shouldn't have other thoughts, you are quite clever. When you get older, you don't have to worry about it. Young people of your generation are just messing around and doing everything the other way around." "Dad, what did you say, why can't I understand?" "I said you knew you liked someone when you were in high school, why do you stay at home every day and don't go out to get in touch with your peers..." My head buzzed: "What did you say?" "Didn't you be interested in your tablemate in high school? What's the boy's name? You think I can't see it? When I eat with him, look at you, that's called protecting him, being with him I found out and pretended to have just met, do you think your father is stupid?..." I raised my head, and the sun had long since disappeared, but the sky was not yet dark, and the sky was rendered layer upon layer like ice cream, making it hard to tell what color the top of my head was. My dad just mentioned a distant boy at the gate of the hospital where people come and go. The turbulent emotions in my heart broke through the chaotic environment, like a basin of ice poured into a fire boiler, and I don’t know who subdued whom. After my dad left, I bought a can of Coke and sat on the bench for a while. It's not that I haven't been in love, it's just that they don't know it. At the end of my sophomore year, I don't know if I waited for Yu Huai to despair, but I suddenly agreed to date a senior who was chasing me.At that time, I had just joined the roller skating club. After the final exam, I spent the night with them singing KTV, and then skating back to school together on roller skates.They don't say "slippery", but "swipe", and say that this is the real "swipe night". In the quiet late night, everyone was laughing while gliding on the wide road.I'm not a good skater, I haven't even learned to turn and brake suddenly, I just float forward straight, and I'm scared even if there is no car on the road.The senior came to hold my hand and wanted to take me to skate. When he grabbed my hand, he was shocked by the cold sweat on my palm, and said with a smile: "I'm dead, I'm not an example." Just when I was desperate, someone took my hand and said what Yu Huai had said to me through the orange halo cast by street lamps one after another. A word I said when I instinctively grabbed him with a cold hand when I was facing the exam papers that were handed out. I brushed the night before dawn with my senior, and suddenly felt that he was also very good. Isn't it just three years of companionship with Yu Huai?Give me another three years, give me another company, why can't one memory cover the previous one? But this memory only lasted a week.When the senior leaned over to kiss me downstairs in the dormitory, I pushed him away.I don't understand why myself. Then there is no later. I drank a can of Coke, threw it in the trash, stood up and stretched.After all, I don't understand why some people can share the bed with strangers for the purpose of getting married at a suitable age for marriage.Wouldn't it be disgusting when the breath of a stranger overturned it?Won't you be afraid?Don't you feel dissatisfied? Maybe one day I will compromise and give up these hypocritical thoughts. But I don't look forward to that day. At two o'clock in the morning, Lin Fan finally finished today's bottle. I helped him go to the toilet, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and then went home to sleep after he fell asleep. The hospital at this time is still a bit scary. The lights in the corridor on the fifth floor are turned off. From time to time, patients will go to the toilet with an infusion bottle. Will feel like I stumbled onto the set of "The Walking Dead" by mistake. When Lin Fan saw that I was afraid of being like that, he couldn't help laughing, and when he laughed, he touched the wound on his chest, grinning his teeth in pain. I was waiting for him at the door of the toilet, and when I turned around, I saw a thin old woman with sunken cheeks waiting for me viciously at the door of the women's toilet. Outside the corridor window was the red cross sign of the outpatient department, and the red light at night hit her. On his face, the eyeballs are as dark as a bottomless pit. I was so scared that my heart was about to jump out. At this time, I couldn't scream at all. I only felt a "boom" in my ears. As soon as my legs softened, I slowly slid against the wall and sat on the ground. Her eyes followed me, and slowly slid from a vicious looking up to a cold looking down. Someone came running from not far away, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.That person tried his best to help me who was falling apart, and the voice with a gentle smile rang in my ears. "Girl, are you okay? This old woman is in our ward, she likes murderous people, don't be afraid." This sound almost put my whole world on pause. I remember the last time I heard this voice, it was on the phone, saying to Geng Geng who was afraid of answering the college entrance examination, and me, don’t be afraid. I turned my head away slowly. I don’t know if it’s because of the light, but I can’t see the traces of the years. It’s still that shaggy crop top, that wheat-colored face, and even that black T-shirt. After wearing it for so many years, why don’t you change it. He didn't recognize me at first, facing my turbulent gaze, his expression was confused for a few seconds. Then his eyes froze and he froze. "Geng Geng." He said.